This morning while in the car I listened to the
Beale Street Caravan program on
KUMR and heard a feature on "blues food." I think the commentator was Jessica Harris, a
Southern foodways writer.
She talked about watermelon, acknowledging that it can be a dangerous topic among African Americans. In fact, she said that if you were to bring up that topic among a group of blacks you would be "taking your life in your hands."
Too many black stereotypes, she said; too negative.
These negative stereotypes must have originated with Yankees, for as a Georgia-born, Ozarks-raised hillbilly, I can tell you that we rural white boys find nothing racist about eating watermelon. Nor do we find anything racist about eating fried chicken, barbecue, fried catfish, greens (turnip, mustard, collard), beans, cornbread, fried okra, or hog meat. I recommend all such food to all the children of the world, red or yellow, black or white. I'd recommend hog meat to Jews and Muslims, too, but I guess they'd pass on it.
Speaking of hog meat and stereotypes, there's a barbecue joint in Canton, Texas, where the owner has a stereotypical view of Missourians. My wife and I wanted a Texas barbecue sandwich while traveling to Houston to see her people last year, so we stopped there. I was wearing a Missouri University tee-shirt, and while standing and looking at the menu on the wall, I heard the guy behind the counter (I think he was the owner) say, "We've got plenty of pork for you Missourians." Now, if I were a liberal, I'd have taken offense at this stereotype, but I'm not, so I didn't.
"Gimme a barbecue beef for my Texas wife out in the car and Show Me a barbecue pork," I said, grinning and strengthening another stereotype.
Back to watermelons: I recall Watermelon Boy firecrackers when I was a kid. The little package of 'crackers had a colorful label with a painting of a little black boy in a watermelon patch eating a HUGE slice of watermelon. I wish I could find a print of that painting, for I liked it. I identified with it. I was a white Ozarks boy who could not ever get enough watermelon. I'd say that I have never had the chance to find my capacity of either watermelon or tomatoes, my two favorite summer foods.
As an adult, I once made a fool of myself over watermelon. It was back in the late Eighties and I was covering a University of Missouri Extension Farm Tour in Phelps County. Our last stop was at the farm of Lavern and Doris Greig, and they had a table of cold watermelon set up in the yard after the tour. I kept going back to the table and eating watermelon. I finally quit when they started laughing at me. I couldn't help myself. I'm a Watermelon Boy.